Scar Tissue

During my mother's burial I was already expecting that our estranged father would come visit and pay his last respect. After all he was still the legal spouse and he has the right to be there, at least, in the eyes of people of who knew our family. When I saw him I was still … Continue reading Scar Tissue

I Just Have To (Part II)

My heart is hurting. I was not able to hold and speak to Mama closely, physically. We are a hundred miles a part at the time she was maybe feeling it that she might go. She died on a Monday morning. It was sunny and humid here in Manila. I did not bother to ask … Continue reading I Just Have To (Part II)

Indelible Memory: My Mother’s Life Tales

My mother's thinking have matured beyond her at such a young age. That's what I think, based on stories of her growing up in a big family. I would hear her whenever she injects some wisdom on us during some talks about life concerns that our minds too need some growing up. Need some maturing. … Continue reading Indelible Memory: My Mother’s Life Tales